DRINK FLYING
One Saturday morning after a heavy night in the bar the crew retired to the bowling alley at Goose. Well breakfast stretched into lunch and, of course, we had few bevvies. I was approached by one of the staff who said that there was a phone call. It was the Det- Com saying there was a big fire threatening the tank farm with the possibility of a large explosion and we needed to get airbourne. I explained that we had all been drinking and was told we could sober up on our way to Scampton!
Fortunately, the wind changed direction, so we retired to the bar.
CB